He tells me to mind my own business and I walk away.
I muttered to the wounded man that he should take the rifle, the instrument that dealt his wound.
I glanced down the valley to the corpse of the hunter and noticed the vultures starting to circle. One man’s life saved, another’s extinguished.Īs we made our way down to the tattered escapee, rocks dislodging underfoot, the man cowered from my dark form, screaming to be left alone. As if I needed to justify the cheapness that life has in this place now. I thought in the instance it took to position the rifle correctly for the shot I had seen the hunter’s type before, profiteers on the misery of those without liberty. The hunter dropped to the floor before I had finished switching the safety catch back on. My scope revealed the look of fear on his weather-beaten, dirty face as he sought to escape the pursuer.Ī stunted pop-sound ended the pursuit in less than a second from my finger gently squeezing the trigger. A tattered figure a man in yellow-brown rags, a dark stain on his left upper arm, appeared in the dusty bowels of the small canyon, running, fleeing, looking back over his shoulder anxiously. I couldn’t feel the breeze through my sealed attire but could see the movement of my canine companion’s coat as he devoured a fist-sized chunk of insect meat and in the stripped branches of the dead carcass-trees.Ī low growl at my side alerted me to an intrusion into our world, further emphasised by the crack and echoes of a gun shot in the gully. The coolness of the shade was punctuated by the heat emanating from the rocks. Perched in an alcove above a winding gully in the shade of an overhang, I had a good view past rocky grey outcrops and into the barren wastes beyond.
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